Personal Narrative: When I Got My First Dog

Each day I would wake up the same way. With a smile on my face and everything in its place. Feeling whole and complete. Suddenly, it's different. Waking up from the night with a gaping hole inside yourself, knowing that life will never be quite the same. That hollow feeling doesn't seem to go away. As you know that the trusted pal you once had laying at the edge of your bed each morning, scruffy and content. Will never be there to greet you ever again. Growing up with a dog, having only known a life with them, comes to a shocking halt when they leave you. Until you can find the strength in the loss.

Upon arriving at the house I was greeted by an adorable little Labrador/Pit-bull mix she was very energetic and

I got my very first animal in September of 2009. It was a dog and we named him Buddy. I walking into shelter trying to find the right dog to bring home. I was so excited to get my first dog! Thinking which one is going to be the one. When we walked in all we could here was barking. Walking by cages of cute puppies, then we found just the right one, Buddy!

Walking up to the shelter only to find that the dog we wanted is being taken home by another family, we thought we wouldn't be getting a dog today. But when we found her, we were glad that the other dog was taken. Her black, slicked back fur shedding off of her perfect dog body. Her black beady eyes are bulging out of her head with the look of excitement. Unable to hold herself back she breaks the leash that the vet was trying to hold her back with. Running to us, she slips and falls on her head. We don’t have a second to worry because she jumps up and starts licking our faces with her slobbery tongue. By the time she is tired from licking our faces, we feel as if we just went swimming in a pool of melting jello

I got my first dog at the Humane Society when I was nine years old. Pepper being a cairn terrier, she has become an animal I have become

In addition to this, weeks later, I found myself at a shelter looking for a dog. As I walked down the hallway I saw this dog that popped out at me. He was so little, dark brown, big bold brown eyes, and all white paws, sitting there looking at me waging his tail. He even resembled a dog I had in the past. So I asked the lady to see him. When she brought him out we played and had a great bond like I have never experienced with any of my dogs. My family was also at ease because he was the only puppy to interact without

It all started on crisp morning, the day my parents told us that we were getting a dog. We asked “What kind of dog we were getting?” They said “The dog was going to be a Golden Retriever”. Everyone was excited about the dog. Then we all had to “puppy proof” our house just in case she would get into anything. We had to make sure that we had all the necessities for the dog.

When I was 11 I owned a dog named Bruno, who always managed to bring a smile to my face. Unfortunately one day when I returned from Mexico, I was devastated to find out he had run away. Ever since I was young I've been self-reliant so it was lovely to have someone there for any circumstance. My parents would usually be at work and when they home they'd usually be in their room resting. In addition, I'm the youngest child, my youngest older brother winning me by 8 years, so I didn't really have siblings to accompany me especially since they all started a family significantly young—this of course only led to them moving on faster meaning I was pretty much on my own. It was nice to have someone so ecstatic to see you that they literally jumped

I am the most lucky dog in the world, and I knew that I was the day my owner got me! After I was born I had to wait six weeks until I was grown up enough to go to a new home. Those weeks were the longest weeks of my life!Finally it was over and my big day finally came!A nice little girl came to see which puppy she wanted out of me, my brothers, and sisters. I got scared

Our family always wanted a dog, but there was so much controversy about that topic in our family. Whenever that topic was discussed, there would be a flow of arguments about whether we should get one or not. Christmas was just around the corner and I was about to go play basketball with my friend, when my mom said that we were adopting something. I was curious and kept nagging her, whether we were adopting a child or something. The car ride was around 2 hours and I was tired by the time we arrived at our destination. It was Starbucks. I was annoyed and asked my parents why we had come over 100 miles just to get Starbucks. Then they reminded me that we were adopting something and that’s when it hit me. We were adopting a dog and we were really excited.

After months and months of begging, my parents finally decided to get me and my sister a dog. They did some research first, and thought that schnoodles would be a perfect dog for our family because they are great with young children and have a very low amount of shedding. We decided to go to a breeder. We drove an hour away to the breeder's house and were able to play with all of the puppies. We chose the runt of the litter, Mimi. Two years later, we wanted to get a friend for Mimi. We contacted the breeder and she said that Mimi's parents had another litter. We chose the only girl of the litter, Roxy.

The lady started explaining what the dog looks like and describing his personality. She said the dog is black and white and was a lab and

When I came home from the hospital, quiet as a mouse, waiting for me inside was a surprise that would be with me for 10 amazing years of my life. The surprise was a loud one at that, as I came in the first thing I heard was, "Bark! Bark! Bark!" Having a dog ever since I was born was a blessing, but when it came time to put her down 10 years later, I couldn't even bear the thought of losing her. But I know now it was definitely for the best. She was the best dog I could’ve asked for.

When I was twenty-two years old, I answered an advertisement in the paper for free Labrador puppies. Driving up to the house, I saw all the little critters running around and having a ball of a time. I got into the pen with the pups, and finally decided on the shy runt who spent the majority of his time hiding under a board. I loved his personality and instantly

My first dog was named Toby, he was a very white, ball of fluff. He blended in with the shiny white crispy snow on December 25, 2006. My sisters and I were on our way home from my dad’s house when all of a sudden we pulled into my mom’s house. On Sunday, December 25, 2006, Toby was waiting at our house. We all got out of the car on that cold snowy day and walked on the slippery sidewalk. The snow was like a chilling carpet on the bottoms of our feet. My mom opened the door with a camera so my sisters and I knew something was up. A shocking step in the house and we saw a very fluffy dog, we were very excited. He was like a deer in headlights. There was a bunch of screaming and yelling going on at that moment between the three of us. We